Author of quotes: Puymanova Maria

You may be laughing, Becoming, because you feel about everything easier. And the poor man has nothing but honor. It sounds like a book, I know. But I feel it from an early age, I'm always on guard.

You are absolutely right. Yes, I keep my things. They are dear to me. Whoever had enough of everything from childhood will never understand this. I take care of my things, I have to take care of it. I'll tell you, Standing, straight: everything that is now on me - he tugged at his jacket, - and everything that is with me, - he pushed the suitcase with his foot, - even if it's a little here, I'm not saying that I'm rich, but all this is my own, for all this I earn myself. And for food, and for housing, and for a trip, and for the books that I read, and for entertainment, - Ondřej raised his voice excitedly, not allowing Stanislav to object, - I got all this from beginning to end myself, with these hands. I have no one to thank for this, only myself, no one else ...

The crisis, guys, is like a disease of the Spaniard, Kazmar often said: who was afraid of it, he died from it, and who did not rob, she did not touch. From time immemorial, incapable people refer to difficulties. The crisis is an excuse for unlucky entrepreneurs, a cushion under lazy heads. And we are healthy, we are not afraid and will not yield.

he who has accumulated several thousand on a book, like a child, looks with awe at wealth, which he identifies with virtue.

... with us women, men are scoundrels, you yourself will someday find out, but when it touches on the struggle for an idea, then men will be cleaner than us women. So we are quits.

A good skill, it gives the soul of a person - rhythm, helps to walk at the right pace, as in the march that you vent on the go, even if you have no hearing at all. Ondřej overcame the fatigue that exhausted him at first, and lived in harmony with work: it no longer pushed him, as before, they were equal.

A person who is tormented by a thirst for perfection is ashamed of it, almost like falling in love.

It is difficult to deal with living people: today they are like that, tomorrow they are different, it all depends on how they slept and what they want from you. People are incomprehensible! The machine, when mastered properly, is clear, the machine has a direct character, you can rely on it.

Thira knows these young people as his five fingers: they all consider outdated and stupid, they like to receive money, but they do not work, they are fond of sports and politics, and there is no interest in cotton. If they could, they would only be engaged in aviation. Entirely conquerors of the air, record holders - in words. No, gentlemen, who wants to fly, let him first stand firmly with both feet on the ground and see if it is as simple as it seems.

Youth longs for change. No, you don't need them; only the well-known we love in full measure.

Those who contemplate on the screen the hasty life of our century, who dance to the barking of a gramophone and a Negro drum, those who still live in the grip of passions, they do not know that the only good is fresh air, to which the heart strives, a poor hunted heart. , for it is returned to equilibrium by this air saturated with ozone.

A real man does not behave noisily - children and women are noisy, impulsive creatures. The man is in no hurry, but with him the rush intensifies.

People inclined to statistics could calculate how much faster a girl settles in the city than a guy: Ondřej, even in his fifth year in Prague, did not accept the urban way of life, remaining at heart a slow country boy. He was not ruled by changes, he did not trust people, especially lively and noisy, whom he considered fake. He was restrained, afraid of getting into a mess, stumbling out of the blue. And the girl who got into the city! She will not miss anything. Maiden eyes, enchanted maiden eyes, what only they will not see enough in a day! And all in order to be able to dress up no worse than others. The girl in the city strives with all the fibers of her being for the urban polish. And everything that stops her attention, she exaggerates: she saw one bow on someone - she will put on three for herself, she heard the smell of perfume - she will be perfumed to the point of stupidity.

It seems to Nella that rainbow crests of poisonous waves are sweeping up under her very windows. The family is a very sensitive organism. The claw is stuck - the whole bird is lost. Oh, hush, hush! Be careful with the beacon of truth. You have to be careful with children. You are not a surgeon, you are a nanny: rock the cradle and sing. Don't succumb to the power of the gasoline age. In the age of aviation, children still need solid ground under their feet. They, like children of past centuries, see the world for the first time